Re: World-Valencia

[Sydney Underhill]

Sydney prodded the drops of blood with her fingertips, staining her gloves red.

"This color...it's so pretty...it's too bad it's useless."

Gripping the metal bar hard, she pulled it down, tearing open the pirate's flesh in a vertical line.

[Ulysses Septimus]

Another scream, louder than the previous one even though Devereaux made obvious attempts to stifle it, as the instrument ripped his flesh with a sick tearing sound.

"Tsk tsk,"Ulysses tutted disapprovingly, "breaking already? We haven't even started the best parts yet!

((Sorry if I'm slow, I just got a membership to Pirate101 and I wanted to use it to the max potiental ^^; ))

[Sydney Underhill]

((It's fine ))

"Still trying to cover up your weakness?" Sydney laughed, yanking the hooks out of his flesh and stepping back to view her work.

The swaskbuckler's back was almost completely torn open right down the middle, along his spine, and she could see the white tips of the vertebrae of his spine.

"Hmm. So they aren't all the way out yet. Oh well, I guess I'll have to keep going..." She shook the pieces of torn flesh off of the wicked instrument, this time turning it ninety degrees and raking the hooks vertically down the partially surfaced spine as absentmindedly and quickly as if she was combing her hair.

[Ulysses Septimus]

By now, the pirate was visibly quivering, from fear, pain, and anger. Still, however, he refused to utter a single word of defeat, still he looked upon the two officers with defiant eyes.

"Damn you."He whispered, "damn both of you."

"Foolish words, pirate."Servus Decimus suddenly spoke up, "I cannot help but notice you illogical reasoning in this situation, when you clearly have no chance of escape or fighting back."

"Decimus is right."Ulysses was raking the tip of a wicked dagger he had drawn from his belt around the contours of Edward Teach's neck, sending shivers down the privateer's frame. "Why are you being so stubborn?"

[Sydney Underhill]

"Yes, he's a fighter indeed..." Sydney turned the hooks sideways, raking the flesh away from Adrian's spine, drawing multiple shrieks and ear-grating screams from him. "Maybe I'll cut out his tounge last."

[Ulysses Septimus]

"I most certainly agree, Commodore."Ulysses agreed, "otherwise it could get rather... Noisy..."

That was when he also said, "I suggest we start setting sail back to Valencia, but not report back just yet, as we are still in enemy territory... Should they find our presence here and send a fleet, it won't be pretty for us, we'd be at a major disadvantage..."

[Sydney Underhill]

"Excellent! That will be quite enjoyable, I think."

She turned her head towards Edward Teach, giving him a wide smile.

"And don't think we've forgotten about you, either! You'll get your turn, just you wait...I wonder if you'll last all the way back to Valencia."

[Ulysses Septimus]

Ulysses chuckled, "All nice and disfigured, the way an animal like this should always be... I will be on the upper decks, Commodore, have fun with them!" 

As the Armada Admiral walked out of sight, Teach paled, though he said nothing: his chest was heaving up and down like he was hyperventilating... His fear was almost palpable...

[Sydney Underhill]

"You've still got a while to wait, don't you worry!" Sydney said, barely able to conceal her own eagerness as she turned back to the swashbuckler, who was, surprisingly, still bleeding heavily.

"It looks as if this one's still got a bit left...I didn't think you'd have this much blood! What a surprise..."

[Ulysses Septimus]

"Sick... Armada scum."Devereaux managed to choke out, hate thick in his voice, "sick... Like... your crazy master... That tyrant and fiend... Kane."

Decimus stiffened, his grip on his gun tightening: all those words slandering his King, they were becoming more and more unbearable by the second...

HOW. COULD. THEY?

Those were the only words his cerebral processor managed without adding extra cursing in Latin into it. But of course he chose to remain quiet, since his Commander had not yet given him an order.

[Sydney Underhill]

"It's so sad to hear that you think that of the Supreme Commander..." Sydney laughed, "Obviously, that got you very far..." She smirked, motioning to his torn and bloodied frame.

Dropping the hooks then, she used her bare hands to pull the torn flesh of his back completely away from his body with a sickening sound, her laughs mixing his his screams.

"This is what happens to those who oppose us."

[Ulysses Septimus]

Blood was everywhere, though he was still holding on like the stubborn pirate he was.

Decimus was surprised that Devereaux was still even alive at this moment: damage over 67%, when most organic lifeforms like him should have died at 55%. Yet in a way, even with his very limited archive that Ulysses had bestowed upon him when the sniper still served the Admiral, he felt... Pleased, if that was the correct human word for it.

He liked how those foolish fugitives are trembling in fear, liked how the blood was plastering everything within range of his optical receptors...

[Sydney Underhill]

"You're still going? I'm impressed!" She flung her hands several times, sending blood flying in all directions. "You're setting high standards for your friend...I wonder if he'll be able to match them! But first things first..."

She looked around the room, placing a bloodstained finger to her chin in thought. I need an extraordinary death. A creative one.

Then, as if a lightbulb in her head went off, she picked up the bucket of water that was usually used for cooling the brands after use and threw the liquid over Adrian, soaking him - quite literally - to the bone, and he bit open his lip in his attempt to muffle his scream as it stung his bleeding, torn back.

"Water...it conducts electricity, am I right...? Yes...yes I am!" She wheeled around excitedly, her gaze falling on the gun that Decimus was holding. "Hmmm..."

[Ulysses Septimus]

"Yes, Commander?"Decimus, based on what he could observe, felt he knew just exactly what his Commander was thinking.

Termination by electrocution... A rather uncomfortable way to go, but I suppose very fitting and creative for fools as those two.

[Sydney Underhill]

Sydney smiled. Good. He understood.

She stood back, motioning to Adrian.

"I figured that you'd like to do the honors. Shoot him."

[Ulysses Septimus]

"As how you command."Decimus stepped into his usual stance and raised the gun, pointing it directly at the pirate and pulled back the hammer.

Click.


Long white fingers drew the trigger deftly, firing a wave of blue-white electricity at the restrained human.

[Sydney Underhill]

Sydney couldn't exactly see after that, the burst of electricity seemed to latch onto the swashbuckler and envelop him whole, filling the room with blinding light, and the Commodore had to shield her still-human eyes.

((Sorry for taking so long, I'm on mobile with next to no service D: ))

[Ulysses Septimus]

((It's okay  ))

Even then, Adrian Devereaux's screams of pain and agony could still be heard, echoing through the dark dungeon.

Smoke curled off of what was left of his body and flesh, as the bolts of electricity dug into his skin, frying the nervous system but not destroying them, at least, not fast.

By the time Decimus was finished, the pirate hung there, limp, BUT STILL BARELY BREATHING.

[Sydney Underhill]

It took every ounce of self control that Sydney had to keep herself from screaming, although out of what, she did not know.

No matter.

She gave a roar of rage, catapulting herself onto the swashbuckler and tearing his flesh, his muscles, his organs from his skeleton, until there was nothing left, and Quintus had to pull the Armada Commodore away from the bloody mass.

[Ulysses Septimus]

((Hi, sorry for taking so long ^^)

Meanwhile, Ulysses was back inside his cabin after issuing his command to set sail for Valencia.

Leaving his mask on his desk along with his hat, the Armada admiral leaned back in his high backed leather chair, gazing at the ceiling of his cabin.

Damn it, why couldn't his mind shake that memory off?! Why is it still haunting him?

Ulysses cursed himself for still hanging on to that pathetic bit of human emotion: he is an officer in the Armada for Kane's sake! Not to mention one of the highest ranking ones! 

"My duty is to serve Lord Kane, and nothing more."He loudly proclaimed, "the Armada comes before everything else."

[Sydney Underhill]

Quintus pulled the Commodore to her feet after dragging her away from the remains of the swashbuckler, only to be pushed away once she was back upright.

Sydney was breathing hard, her white face flushed from exhilaration and the effort it had taken to completely destroy the first pirate, and there were multiple large bloodstains covering her skin, hair, and uniform.

"Ah, but there's still...one more..." Her eyes locked on Edward Teach, who was still shackled to the wall, very much alive.

[Ulysses Septimus]

"That was a bit messier than I expected."Ulysses appeared once again at the entrance of the dungeon, only this time he was followed by the Armada Marine elite Sentus Optimus, "but I suppose that doesn't matter, as long as we have fun and they are exterminated.... Isn't it?"

Next to him, Sentus regarded Teach with blank eyes: he could sense his fear, being quite literally half a human himself, and it amused him more than anything, though he refused to show it.

He left it up to his leader, to the young Admiral; this existence of his, the Marine reminded himself, was all because Ulysses had felt merciful that day, because of the Armada had forgiven him for his past sins.

So even when said imprisoned pirate was once one of his closest friends, Sentus chose to do nothing-

They had questioned Kane, questioned the admiral, and now they must suffer for their idiocy and insolence.

[Sydney Underhill]

"Yes, and I think I shall do just that." Sydney slowly made her way up to the privateer, placing her hands on his shoulders and leaning her weight on him.

"I do hope you don't think that I've given away any...'spoliers'. You will have an entirely different demise, I assure you. I think that things are more interesting when they are unique, see..."

[Ulysses Septimus]

Teach said nothing, instead, he glanced at Sentus Optimus, then back to Sydney, giving a defeated sigh: he had completely given up, hoping that he'd get a slightly better end than Adrian did.

"I see you are giving up already..."Ulysses sounded slightly like a kid who just got his favorite candy taken away, "what's the fun if you don't fight?"

[Sydney Underhill]

"Ah, what's this? You're that defeated? Even the fear is gone from you?"

She turned back around, pulling her blood-soaked gloves down tighter over her fingers as she examined the long table next to her which carried the various instruments of pain.

"I think that'll have to change...hmm, what to use...? I want to try something different."

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